Silence of the lamb...

It’s what always intrigued him about you. Your silence.

You would never say a word, just watch others while they performed around you, acting their own charades of life. You observed the people of your world from deep within yourself, your outward quietness belying the turmoil of your mind.

No one noticed. No one knew you noticed. No one saw the sharpness in your eyes, the alertness radiating from your skin.

But he did.

And as you turn off your sitting room lights, and walk up your stairs tonight, your body will tingle a little. You know it is tonight that he will come.

It is your night.

It is his night.

You shut the door of your bedroom behind you and slip out of your tee shirt and jeans. Even as you unhook your bra and slip off your panties, you feel his presence on your skin; you see his shadow from the corner of your eye. You hesitate for an instant, but then you slide the soft fabric off your smooth, nubile skin.

His excitement wafts through the air like a cool breeze. You can taste it, sense it. Your nipples slowly harden, as if in anticipation of what you know is to come; a soft light wind passes through, caressing the sensitive skin of your thighs. It tickles you, and you almost feel lips brush against your inner thigh. A finger slides up your navel, disappearing under your taut, naked breast.

Then your eyes open and you realize where you are, standing naked in the middle of your room, with your nipples hard and protruding, and a tiny warm wetness starting inside your sex.

You walk to the wall and turn out the lights, then slowly go to your bed. You sit on it, then fall back on the welcoming softness of your mattress.

Slowly, slowly, but surely, you begin to sink through your mattress into the welcoming arms of the darkness. Even as you turn over, your fading vision picks up one last thing: your window is unlocked.

And then everything spirals into the darkness where there is light, and you realize the green, purple, pink and yellow Blutterbirds all dance around you, singing for you even as the whole village comes out to dance on top of their multicolored huts in their bright attires. The sunlight seems to flash brighter in the sky once in a while. But you noticed not more than an instant; your mind is fixated on the dance steps which you cannot afford to miss.

You get the moves perfectly, gyrating your hips and twirling your body to the wanton abandonment of the Blutterbirds’ song and the villagers’ drums and…

And then…

You feel a Blutterbird dancing behind you, his chicken-like legs moving with an almost human fluidity! The villagers hail you both with a thunderous cheer, and the remaining birds’ song begins to rise to a crescendo. The sunflashes grow in intensity even as the tempo of the drums increase, and you feel the soft, sensous touch of the wings of the Blutterbird across your calf.

It sends a small tingle through you, and you slow for a second. How could… I mean, it felt so –

Another roar from the crowd rents the air, and you continue to gyrate in your wanton abandon.

Human.

But at that moment, you feel the Blutterbird touch your calf again. You turn your face to it and your eyes grow wide in recogni –

‘Shhh!’ The Blutterbird whispers, still dancing to the rhythm, a finger to its beak. ‘You’ll awaken the Fandamigily!’

It looks familiar, but that moment of recognition is lost. But his beak. It’s no longer a beak. Was it ever…

And then the Blutterbird seems to stand up and he/it is your height, his face in front of yours, his ridiculously colored feathers seeming to recede even as he steps up and the villagers still drum and rumble in the distance and the sunlight flashes once more and the world turns and you’re on the floor but the floor is soft and you hold his wings but they are shoulders and there is still the villagers’ voices but it is the thunder outside and there is still their drums but it is the rain on the roof and there is still the damn Blutterbirds singing but it is the radio playing softly and there is still the Blutterbird you are holding but it is him.

Even in the darkness, you know it is him. Even under the sound of the rain beating against your roof, you can hear his breath, and feel his heart beat. You feel his skin on your skin, his body on your body and you know he’s naked.

And when the lightning flashes, you see his eyes for just that instant and you know he wants you as much as you want him.

‘It’s you A-‘

‘Shhh,’ he whispers, leaning forward until his lips touch your ear. ‘You’ll wake the family.’ And then he kisses your ear.

And you close your eyes, even though it’s already too dark to see anything. He runs his silky tongue through your ear, then back down ur chin and over ur throat. He begins to kiss ur neck, takin little nips of ur flesh, sending innumerable tingles down your spine; he sucks softly but firmly on ur skin, making u arch your back in sexual pleasure.

Then that heavenly mouth is taken off you. Your eyes jerk open as his naked weight rises off your body.

But he doesn’t leave. His hands sidle up your naked calf… Slowly, oh so excruciatingly slowly, they reach ur soft thighs, and he brushes his featherlike touch over them.

And his lips, his velvet kiss, is softly planted in the hollow of ur neck and with grace and softness begins to lightly kiss down your body, stopping right in the middle of your perfect breasts.

His hands slide up ur body, gently feeling every inch of your perfect skin as his lithe fingers draw nearer to ur aching pussy. Your legs stiffen and you feel a little bit of wetness drip between your netherlips. You want his fingers to touch you, oh please oh…

But they slide just beside your pulsating cunt, teasing them, making your swollen lips quiver with anticipation.

He chuckles. ‘Not yet.’ His voice is a whisper, but you hear it clearly as if there is no rain, as if the thunder has gone silent for the beginning of your lovemaking, as if your sister is not blaring loud music in the next room.

Suddenly, his fingers touch your breasts. You gasp, but instantly his lips are on yours and for that second, you die under his touch.

He kisses you tenderly like you are his bride, his soft lips gently pressing on yours. You feel his hands hold your breasts, and you moan into his mouth. He kisses you harder, more urgently, like his soul is looking for yours.

Slowly his hands caress your breasts, roving over them, feeling their softness. You squirm under his touch, as he starts twirling your nipples between his fingers.

Your legs part and you feel how hot and wet you are. Your pussy is dripping on the bedsheet, and for a crazy second you wonder what your sister would think if she waltzed into your room early tomorrow morning.

And suddenly, his lips part from yours, a tiny smack of his flesh pulling away. You groan, but just for an instant. His mouth has closed on your nipple and the tingling through your mind makes you moan.

‘I…’ you moan, ‘I… want…’

‘Shhh!’ He says, lifting his mouth from your tit.

But you grab his head, look inside his eyes and whisper,

‘I want you inside me.’

By Mr Lanre (pen name)